Never share my secrets.

2Little2Late.

I realize now

that

you and I

were

speaking different

languages.

I swear I'm not headed there.

The flower absent from all bouquets.

You'll be calling but I won't be at the phone.

I'm good, I'm gone.

It took so long to get here.
Why you wanna go?

When I lose my way, find me.
When I lost loves chains, bind me.
At the end of all my faith to the end of all my days

When I forget me name, remind me.

Embrace the walks.

"When you held me after one of our walks, it felt like it was our last loving embrace.
I blew away these thoughts and smiled. But I was right."

You pulled me under, so I had to give in

Such a beautiful mess that's breaking my skin

It's like I hardly know you.

but maybe I never did.

I don't want this in my world.

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you think everything's okay and everything's going right.

And life has a funny way of helping you out when you think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up in your face.

*MD pulling wallet out and a nickle falls out*

MD: "OH NO! That's 10 percent of my wealth!"

Absent heart.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
But in our case,
absence made our hearts grow apart.

I don't think it's fair for us to turn around and say goodbye.

What am I supposed to do with this time?
It tears so many holes, I stay afloat but I'm feeling out of control, so petrified.
I'm petrified.

What am I supposed to do to get by?
Did I lose everything I need to survive?
'Cause it's 4am and the sweat sets in,

did you get my message, did it send?
Or did you just get on with your life?
I'm taking time to thinking I don't think it's fair for us to turn around and say goodbye.
I have this feeling when I finally have the words to say, but I can't tell you if you turn around

and run away.
What am I supposed to do with these clothes?
It's my twisted way of keeping you close.
I'm a nervous wreck, I'm a broken [woman].
Did you get my message, did it send,

Or do you get along on your own?

It breaks me down when I see your face, you look so different but you feel the same.
And I do not understand, I cannot comprehend, the chills your body sends,

Why did it have to end?

AT: "She's not that bad. Like, on a scale of 1 to 10, she's probably a 1."

JH: "Yeah! She's on the scale at least"

"I was trying. And you can't go wrong with trying, can you?"

."Never".

I walk with your shadow,

sleeping in my bed with your silhouette.

Take a deep breath, tuck the water in my chest.

Cross my fingers and hope for the best.

You were so invested in it that when it fails the difficult part is trusting yourself again. You trusted yourself with knowing that someone was safe and you ended up being wrong and it's harder to forgive yourself than other people. And the question arises:

Why would next time be any different?

Just another story I can't tell anymore.

Suffocating on memories.

It's a sad picture, the final blow hits you.

Somebody else gets what you wanted again.

You know it's all the same, another time and place,

Repeating history and you're getting sick of it.

All of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight,

but I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings and brings new things.

We built a tall, tall tower towards the sun,

took some words and built a wall and called it 'love',

and somewhere in all the talking, the meaning faded out.